Silk Touch Axe Novels & Stories

Then she remembered who the Patrol had actually taken away, and denial and incomprehension crashed over her once again. Andrei was busy rearranging his beat-up backpack. He had taken out the curved black thing that he had used yesterday to kill the Fist and was lovingly polishing it with a piece of cloth. Its black oily sheen drew Svetlana’s eyes. She had never seen anything like that but somehow it seemed like a counterpart to the electric torches of the Light Patrols: dark where theirs were radiant, but equally deadly against the Enemy. She reached out, gingerly touched the warm metal.

You will not see such weapons among your brothers - Alud grinned. - Indeed, a strange design, but what are these holes above the fist? asks Conrod. - These are charges of special shot and gunpowder. This Thing amplifies the blow with firepower, I call it a fist shotgun, and the blade is good at slashing enemies when it runs out of charges. Alud says. Conrod for a second imagined what would happen if a person used such a contraption, at least severed fingers, fractures and dislocation of the shoulder would be guaranteed. He shuddered at the unpleasant sight. Conrod noticed that Dooka's ax and Julia's daggers also had the same charges, only smaller.

“Even had me fooled for a while.” Luca tilted his head slightly. His cigar crackled in the silence. “And the engine?” Xavier asked, tone still casual. Luca didn’t answer him. “Mind your business, Peterson.” Xavier chuckled softly. “Ah. So we’re playing coy now. Charming.” Luca stood. His movements were slow. Unhurried. Inevitable. He walked to the far wall and unhooked an axe. It wasn’t ceremonial. It wasn’t clean. It was old.

I tap the keys controls and a random car beeps. "No way….!" Alex gasp. "This baby is our ride" she giggles at a black coloured 2021 model lamborghini. "No way!!" We rush to the car. "It's speed is abnormal" I feel the cars surface. "Honestly,I love being a huntress" Alex smiles. "Sometimes I do,another I don't" my expression mix. "Ignore the car mate,these weapons are dope" Alex calls. Rifles,snipers, bazookas, wolf banes,silver katana swords,silver blades,cross bows,silver arrows,short guns,wolf bane grenades,mini guns e.t.c

The axe promised raw power. But none of them called to me. Not until I saw the daggers. Two of them, plain, their hilts wrapped in simple leather, their silver edges clean and unadorned. Small, quick, precise. Tools not of brute force, but of control. My hands moved before I thought. I picked them up, one in each palm, and the moment I felt their weight, something inside me settled. Not to strike. To weave. I slid them into the sheathes across my back and turned, ignoring Serena’s disdainful laugh.

Could he not watch where he was going? Ignoring him, she bent to retrieve the contents of her purse scattered on the floor. “Here let me help with that” The man said, bending to pick up a pen, just about the same time Yvonne was going to reach for it and their fingers touched. Yvonne froze, her hand suspended midair. At his touch, a slam of shock, almost like electricity, hit her so hard she trembled at the impact, and her wolf howled loudly in her head in joy.

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

But I wasn’t, and I was about to prove it. I reached behind me and pulled an axe from a secret pocket hidden in my clothes. It was light and comfortable. It has a dark silver blade coated in a shimmering covering of diamonds. The silver handle had two golden wires intertwining, yet leaving enough space between each twirl for my hand to fit in. "You sure are pretty!" He slurred. Great, he was drunk!

Hayden paused, waiting for Leech to respond. Leech indicated for Sprout to continue with a flourish of his hand. Sprout glared at the werewolf, sighed and then began to speak. “The Second Fire Weapon is the Crimson Axe,” announced Sprout. “It is to be wielded by Titan.” “The Crimson Axe sounds much more exciting than the Vermillion Sword!” Roared Titan, teasing his new Alpha. Hayden rolled his eyes at his Beta’s jibe and Titan wrapped his arm around the Prince’s shoulder as he burst into laughter at his own joke.

Sterling stood among them, her navy blue suit perfectly pressed, her silver briefcase clicked shut. "Well?" Sterling said, her voice a sharp snap. "The Director has given an order. Pick up the tools." On the ground lay a row of axes. They weren't made of stone or iron. They were made of the same liquid silver as the spheres. They hummed with a low, hungry sound. Harkan stepped forward, his hands trembling. He looked at the axe, then at Rowan. "Alpha... I can't. I saw you bleed for her. I saw you cry for her. How can you ask us to cut her down?"